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Jul 2018
Why you have to act like that
Oh it hurts much!
You don't see what I see through my eyes
Because you are blind to us
You paint it black, you bring me down

You feed my fears - you make me sick
Mom don't lend me your eyes today
I need my own mind
to save myself

(And there's the tingling in my legs
which is my most sacred secret)

It's always the same reaction on
But we are in love, like it or not
There are more things than what you can conceive
I am bigger than this, your mind is caged up

Let me be abused this time
Let me be his ****
Let me keep on riding
I am looking at the sun
And the moon, and oh, the stars
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
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